My mother!! She has gone from completely bed bound, near death's door with dementia to....completely bed bound, fit as a fiddle with dementia...I think.
Today I sat by her bed til she woke....she looked up and said...
Is that you, Gness?
Yes...I replied....It is, Mum...pleased she recognised me.
Hmmm...said she.....You've put on a bit of weight, haven't you?
I hope she meant since birth and not since last week... :-(
That's it, gness, they creep up on you, like demented asps and swallow you whole, you then go down their alimentary canal to be ejected like a black Bic biro, well, in their minds!
Well, unless you have put six stone on since we met for lunch, I wouldn't exactly call you fat - anything but! Bloody Mums sometime and their preoccupation on weight, either too little or too much.
A little because of the lack of walking, DT...but it's going now...
I recall the following conversation once when she arrived for dinner...she looked at me and said....Are you getting fat?
No, Mum....I'm very poorly...I have to go in next week for a hysterectomy.
A hysterectomy!!!! There you go again....letting the family down with all this new fangled treatment....The church won't like it....she said.....Your gran had eighteen children with no bother...what are you thinking of!!!
Gran died having the eighteenth....I said.
That's as maybe....she tutted....but she was fine with the first seventeen... you only have the two....two....and now all this fuss and no more!!!
My Gran was prone to similar cutting remarks - to the point where my Grandad upped sticks and ran away to New Zealand.
He was rumoured to have married again - without bothering to tell my Gran, who would presumably have killed him ... I must get one of AB's tame ancestralists to research all this one day.
Blimey, Dave...my mad great gran...the one with red hair who drank gin ran away and left her husband with the seven children....maybe we are related by runaways....☺